We have been on bad terms since that morning my dad took me and my sister to Trafalgar Square. If it was not for my sister’s unreasonable love for the outdoors and my dad’s urge to please her, I would not have been there among conspiring pigeons and seagulls. 172 more words

Ali Darawshe. 18-month baby burnt to death by Israeli settlers. I wrote this in reaction to this event, while keeping in mind this event and likes of it have unfortunately been repeated consistently in the occupied territories.

On my birthday earlier this year I received an email inviting me to be a part of this book project. It felt like a sign (and a gift) as I had not been sharing much of my writing for a while at this point. 101 more words